More wood keeps getting added to
What began as a flickering spark
But what is now a searing bonfire
That threatens to consume the forest around us.
But like every flame
It quivers and wavers
Falters with doubt.
There is nothing solid about fire
And when everything is burned down
When the fire burns itself up
What’s left?
What happens to the consumed when the fire dies out?
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